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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 The Durutti Column 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.