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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.