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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Magazine,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
Can,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.