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 Iran and from Jakarta.
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 Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Subhumans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Hot Snakes,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Erasure,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Slits,
Ludus,
Organ,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.