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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
The Busters,
June Days,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.