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 Peru and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Hoover to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names 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?
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Make Up,
This Heat,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.