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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The American Breed,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.