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 Bahrain 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.