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 Korea South and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mantronix 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
cv313,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.