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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Sparks,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.