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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 June Days 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.