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 Iraq 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Clear Light to the rap 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.