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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Real Kids to the rock 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.