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 Malta and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rapeman to the punk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.