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 Moldova and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
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 oboe 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 Association to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
The Move,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.