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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.