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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Gil Scott Heron to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
L. Decosne,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.