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 Lebanon and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rap 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
Nico,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.