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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 Halifax and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantaleimon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Television,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.