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 Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Smiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
The Martian,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.