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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.