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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Jacques Brel to the rap 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.