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 St Lucia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
K-Klass,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.