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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
Pole,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.