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 Peru and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 New Age Steppers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.