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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Barrington Levy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.