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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.