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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dave Gahan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
ABC,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.