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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.