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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 K-Klass to the rock 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Nas,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.