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 Gabon and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Toasters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.