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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Crime,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.