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 South Sudan and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aswad to the grime 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Q65,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
MC5,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.