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 Uganda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.