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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 The Fortunes to the dance 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
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.