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 Israel and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Stetsasonic to the rap 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
New Order,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.