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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 48th St. Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
the Association,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.