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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.