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 Senegal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Skatalites to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.