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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skarface 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.