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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cymande to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Television,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.