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 Iraq and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.