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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leaves to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
The Kinks,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.