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 France and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sugar Minott to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Brick,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.