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 Paraguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liliput to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
Scion,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.