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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
John Lydon,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
Ten City,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.