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 Egypt and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
New Order,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.