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 Iceland and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 cv313 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.