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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Minor Threat,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.