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 India and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 June Days to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.