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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blancmange to the electroclash 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Cymande,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Nas,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.