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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Rekid,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.