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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Accadde A to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.