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 Austria and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
the Germs,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.