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 Serbia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.