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 Bangladesh and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Rekid,
Smog,
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.