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 Zambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 Copenhagen and Jakarta.
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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Skriet,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.