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 Ireland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
Ituana,
The Victims,
The Index,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.