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 Maldives and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Pylon to the grime 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.