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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Blues Magoos to the grunge 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Magma,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.