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 Sierra Leone and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 H. Thieme to the crunk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.