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 San Marino and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s.
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 The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.