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 Malta and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camouflage to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Unwound,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
PIL,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.