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 Haiti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Black Dice to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.