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 Korea South and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.