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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
Crime,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
UT,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
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.