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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Malaria! to the jazz 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Slave,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.