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 Kosovo and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hardrive 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
Can,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.