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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Dead C to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
PIL,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Can,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
Scion,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.