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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.