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 Armenia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL 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?
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
cv313,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
Interpol,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.