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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Heaven 17 to the dance 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Wire,
Pulsallama,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.