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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.