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 Austria and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Lalann to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Grauzone,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Can,
PIL,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.