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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grauzone to the rap 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.