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 China and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 The Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.