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 Jordan and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bluetip to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Gong,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.