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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Deadbeat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.