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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk 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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.