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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.