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 Botswana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pulsallama to the grunge 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.