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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tommy Roe to the funk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & 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.