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 Madagascar 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rakim to the electroclash 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Rakim,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.