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 Ukraine and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lakeside to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.