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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Faust to the grime 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
Yellowson,
Fear,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.