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 Mali and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 AZ to the jazz 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.