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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Junior Murvin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
Franke,
The Victims,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Index,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.