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 Latvia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.