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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nico,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.