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 Albania and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Minutemen to the disco 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
Q65,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
UT,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.