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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the crunk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Quantec,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.