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 Norway 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
PIL,
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.