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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Grauzone to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Faust,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.