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 Mali and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Moss Icon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.