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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.