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 Armenia and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Heaven 17 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.