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 Palau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Misunderstood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
Slave,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Monks,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.