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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Franke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.