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 Tonga and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Carl Craig to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade 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?
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
The Monks,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.