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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
June of 44,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.