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 Ecuador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rock 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.