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 Dominica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Negative Approach 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.