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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Main Source,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.