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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flipper,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Technova,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.