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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.