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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Martian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
Brick,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
Malaria!,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Model 500,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.