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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers 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 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
Scion,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.