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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Mummies to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.