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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Wire to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.