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 the UAE and from New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
Ludus,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
Franke,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
Fugazi,
Q65,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
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.