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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Ten City to the punk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Scion,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.