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 Malta and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Icehouse to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.