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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 The American Breed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
X-102,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.