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 Egypt and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radio Birdman to the grime 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.