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 Cyprus and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Byron Stingily to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.