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 Mali and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.