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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 The Kinks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes 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?
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
Faust,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.