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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Aural Exciters to the grime 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
Darondo,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.