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 Sweden and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 MC5 to the rap 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
Hashim,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
10cc,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.