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 Croatia and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Music Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Hoover,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
Wire,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.