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 Seychelles and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Magazine,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.