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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Slick Rick to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
DNA,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
The Martian,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
the Association,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.