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 Antigua 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Offenders to the grime 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
Liliput,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.