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 Brunei and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
The Vogues,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.