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 Cambodia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Sheep to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.