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 Grenada and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Roxy Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Swans,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.