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 Japan 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Davy DMX to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.