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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the rap 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
Index,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
10cc,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.