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 Denmark and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.