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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
Rekid,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.