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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Carl Craig to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Franke,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.