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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.