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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fuzztones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
Q65,
Nick Fraelich,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.