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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.