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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Bad Manners to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
the Association,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.