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 Panama and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alton Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
Wings,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.