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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiohead to the jazz 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
Monolake,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.