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 Panama and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wally Richardson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.