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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Wings,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
Ludus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.