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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Happenings to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Connie Case,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.