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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.