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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 In Retrospect to the funk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
Inner City,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
ABC,
X-102,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.