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 Malawi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brass Construction to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
The Names,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.