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 Algeria and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.