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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Gong,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.