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 Andorra and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Second Layer to the techno 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
Pole,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.