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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Main Source to the jazz 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
CMW,
Audionom,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
Scion,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.