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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.