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 Canada 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blackbyrds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Nico,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.