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 Panama 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.