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 Yemen and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pagans to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Yaz,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.