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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Scrapy 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.