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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
The Standells,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.