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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Index,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.