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 Colombia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Funky Four + One to the grime 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Japan,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.