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 Japan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 K-Klass to the crunk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.