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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Mission of Burma to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.