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 Romania and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alison Limerick to the rap 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
the Swans,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.