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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Q65,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
Franke,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.