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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
X-102,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
MDC,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
Zapp,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.