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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Groovy Waters to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.