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 Andorra and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.