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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
UT,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.