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 Barbados and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 crunk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.