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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nils Olav to the punk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.