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 Israel and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Raincoats 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.