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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fat Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.