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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Guru Guru to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.