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 Canada and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gang Starr to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Can,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.