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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.