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 Cameroon and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.