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 Iraq and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.