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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Ituana to the dance 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
Jacques Brel,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Qualms,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.