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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Scan 7 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
Nico,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.