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 San Marino and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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?
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.