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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 10cc to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.