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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
June Days,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
PIL,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
The Index,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.