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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.