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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.