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 Ireland and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.