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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Index to the crunk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Pole,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.