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 Kuwait and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pole to the techno 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
LL Cool J,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.