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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 The Five Americans to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.