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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 The Cramps to the crunk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.