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 Mali and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Hardrive to the techno 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
Cluster,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.