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 Monaco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
MDC,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.