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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker to the rock 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Fear,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.