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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Walker Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.