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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rekid to the grime 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
Harmonia,
10cc,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.