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 Libya and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 New Order to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
DNA,
Mark Hollis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
10cc,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.