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 Mongolia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
June Days,
Nico,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
MC5,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.