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 Colombia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Aswad to the electroclash 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
Liliput,
Chrome,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
The Monks,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.