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 Albania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
MC5,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.