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 Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.