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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Skriet,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.