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 Congo and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Detroit Cobras to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
Roxette,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
Intrusion,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.