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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swell Maps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Franke,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.