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 Niger and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 The Black Dice to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
the Slits,
New Order,
Unwound,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
The Saints,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.