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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Sun Ra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.