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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiohead to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Slave,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.