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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Amon Düül II to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.