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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Porter Ricks to the grime 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.