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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Howard Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.