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 Tonga and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Japan,
Index,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.