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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the disco 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
The Toasters,
X-102,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.