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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Faust,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.