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 Singapore and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funkadelic to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.