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 Laos and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Graham Central Station to the rock 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
The New Christs,
Technova,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
Liliput,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Monks,
The Happenings,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dead C,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.