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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 The Black Dice to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.