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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.