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 Macedonia and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Country Joe & The Fish 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker 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 funk 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.