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 Uganda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gories to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Can,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.