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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fuzztones to the grime 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.