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 Japan and from Paris.
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 Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lower 48 to the rock 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
The Wake,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.