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 Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.