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 Norway and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Techniques to the grime 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.