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 Poland and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Smog to the grime 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.