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 Finland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
Lungfish,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.