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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Qualms to the grunge 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
UT,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.