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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
Monks,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.