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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MDC to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.