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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Ohio Players to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.