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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.