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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 The Cowsills to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.