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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Flipper to the jazz 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
Television,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.