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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MDC to the crunk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.