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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
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 güiro 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 Minny Pops to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha 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?
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.