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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Niagra to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
Zapp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.