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 Turkey and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Terry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.