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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 H. Thieme to the rap 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Q65,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.