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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.