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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the rock 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.