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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.