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 Belize and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
T.S.O.L.,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Yazoo,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.