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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moebius to the jazz 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.