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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Half Japanese to the funk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.