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 Mexico and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.