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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 sitar 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 Delta 5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Audionom,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.