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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Evens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.