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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Surgeon to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.