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 Italy and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Associates to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Motorama,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.