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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Skarface to the techno 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
June Days,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.