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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.