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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.