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 Guyana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Desert Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
Liliput,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
Excepter,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.