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 Panama and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Vainqueur to the grime 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
The Leaves,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.