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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 The Fugs to the punk 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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.