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 Croatia and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.