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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 The Monks to the techno 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.