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 Tunisia and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.