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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '60s 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 Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
Symarip,
The Index,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
PIL,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.