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 Botswana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Arcadia to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.