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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fall to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.