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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.