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 Panama and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marmalade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Fatback Band,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.