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 Grenada and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Interpol to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
The Associates,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.