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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 OOIOO to the electroclash 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
The Move,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.