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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-102 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.