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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Bananas 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.