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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.