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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.