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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
the Slits,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.