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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.