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 Seychelles and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the punk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
Flipper,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.