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 Zambia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
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 chamberlin 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
PIL,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
Lalann,
Ituana,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.