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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken 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?
Excepter,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
The Pop Group,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.