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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
The Sonics,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.