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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.