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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Joensuu 1685 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
Wire,
the Swans,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.