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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echospace to the rap 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.