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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 The Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Faust,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Smog,
Liliput,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.