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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
PIL,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.