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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Davy DMX to the grunge 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Lyres,
The Cure,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.