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 India and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
Brick,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.