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 Barbados and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warsaw to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.