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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.