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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Bad Manners to the rock 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.