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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.