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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Sight & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.