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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Aswad to the funk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.