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 Russia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Hot Snakes to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.