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 Maldives and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Second Layer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
cv313,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.