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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.