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 Burundi and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Young Marble Giants to the disco 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Scion,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.