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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 AZ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
This Heat,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.