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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
JFA,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.