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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Hood to the funk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.