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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 John Holt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.