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 Malawi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Derrick May to the punk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
Q65,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.