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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.