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 Mozambique and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.