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 Chad and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.