Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liechtenstein and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Fear,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.