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 Angola and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Durutti Column to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
The Names,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.