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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.