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 Finland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.