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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Trumans Water to the punk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.