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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.