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 Ireland and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dirtbombs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
Supertramp,
Pole,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.