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 Congo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 The Skatalites to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
The Sound,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.