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 Singapore and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Negative Approach to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.