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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Albert Ayler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
Smog,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.