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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.