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 Norway 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Ludus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.