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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lalann to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.