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 Greece and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.