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 Armenia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.