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 Dominican Republic 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scion to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Sparks,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.