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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.