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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.