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 Benin and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls 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 jazz 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.