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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Aswad to the jazz 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
New Order,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.