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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Vogues to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.