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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 the Sonics to the crunk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Can,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.