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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Surgeon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.