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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Trumans Water to the grime 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.