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 Philippines and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Liliput,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.