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 India and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leonard Cohen to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
The Smiths,
Mars,
The Mummies,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.