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 Nepal 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Public Enemy to the funk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.