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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.