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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.