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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.