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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
The Evens,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
X-101,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.