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 Brazil and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 kango's stein massive to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.