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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Skriet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
Faust,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.