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 Philippines and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
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 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 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.