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 Korea North and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.