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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
X-102,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.