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 South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
The Human League,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Pole,
Black Sheep,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.