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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Junior Murvin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Nas,
X-102,
The Remains,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.