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 Laos and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Minutemen to the crunk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
X-102,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.