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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trojans to the crunk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
Hoover,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.