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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Liliput to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
Q65,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.