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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.