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 Nepal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Hot Snakes to the dance 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
Cymande,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
AZ,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.