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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
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 oboe 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Hoover,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.