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 Brunei and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Joey Negro to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Brick,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
DNA,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Model 500,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.