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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Second Layer 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.