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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.