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 Mali and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brass Construction to the funk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Josef K,
Nas,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.