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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Icehouse to the techno 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
CMW,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.