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 Laos and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 The Index 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.