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 Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Shadows of Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
The Residents,
Index,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.