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 South Africa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Ken Boothe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Josef K,
cv313,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
the Germs,
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.