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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Mark Hollis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.