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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dawn Penn to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
the Association,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.