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 Senegal and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Niagra to the rock 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
John Cale,
MC5,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.