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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Dual Sessions 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Altered Images,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
World's Most,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.