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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Surgeon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.