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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Curtis Mayfield 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.