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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tom Boy to the dance 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.