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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
CMW,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Smog,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.