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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.