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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.