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 Korea South and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Shoche to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.