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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Altered Images to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Brick,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.