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 Liberia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Can to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.