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 Maldives and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.