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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Lakeside to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.