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 Mauritius and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Q65 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monks,
The Cure,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.