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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
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 chamberlin 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 Busters to the funk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
DNA,
Derrick May,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.