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 Korea South and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.