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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Franke,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.