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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mandrill to the punk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
Idris Muhammad,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.