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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Massinfluence 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
The Move,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.