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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
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 Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Crime,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.