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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Ituana to the crunk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.