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 Grenada and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.