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 Gabon and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.