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 Serbia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
Mandrill,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
the Association,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
Smog,
Chrome,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.