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 Algeria and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.