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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.