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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Invisible to the grime 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.