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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 R.M.O. to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
The Names,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.