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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacob Miller to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.