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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
Deakin,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.