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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 The J.B.'s to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
ABC,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.