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 Paraguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Smiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.