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 Congo and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.