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 Oman and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
June Days,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.