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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monochrome Set to the grime 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.