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 Malta and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.