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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Dice to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Walker Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.