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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Motions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
Lyres,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.