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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.