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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
JFA,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
Yusef Lateef,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
the Association,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.