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 Burkina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moleskins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
Monks,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.