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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vogues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.