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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Scion to the dance 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
the Association,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.