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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Saints to the disco 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.