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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Slave,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
The Move,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.