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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Litter to the funk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Faust,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
Slave,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.