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 Malta and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Althea and Donna to the techno 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Swans,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.