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 Burkina and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deadbeat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Technova,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.