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 Niger and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Royal Trux to the funk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.