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 Angola and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Max Romeo to the dance 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
Japan,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Scion,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.