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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Flipper 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
The Move,
Pylon,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Black Moon,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.