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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Inner City 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
Audionom,
Pole,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.