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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Darondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
Franke,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.