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 Botswana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.