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 Croatia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Amazonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
cv313,
X-101,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
UT,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
The Names,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.