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 Norway and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Smog to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.