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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.