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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
The Slits,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.