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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.