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 Mexico and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 DJ Sneak to the techno 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana,
Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.