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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Metal Thangz to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
Ronan,
The Index,
Deakin,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Brick,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.