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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.