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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grauzone to the crunk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.