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 Singapore and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stiv Bators to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
The Doors,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.