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 Israel and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gories to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.