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 Vanuatu and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Barrington Levy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.