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 Algeria and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Main Source to the electroclash 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
The Cure,
Swans,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.