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 Mauritius and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
the Association,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.