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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.