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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
Q65,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.