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 Barbados 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.