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 Haiti and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siglo XX to the grunge 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.