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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
Unwound,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.