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 Fiji and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chris Corsano to the grime 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.