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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 The Gladiators to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
New Order,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.