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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Motorama 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.