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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Remains to the rock 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.