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 Cuba and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Guru Guru to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
DNA,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Monolake,
June of 44,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.