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 Malawi and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
Erasure,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.