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 Lebanon and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Q65,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.