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 Albania and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 London Community Gospel Choir 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
Television,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.