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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.