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 Barbados and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sisters of Mercy to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.