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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 China Crisis to the rap 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
Ten City,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.