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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Busters to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.