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 Lucia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
Monolake,
New Order,
Mars,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.