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 East Timor and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Silicon Teens to the electroclash 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
Model 500,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of 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.