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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 R.M.O. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.