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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David McCallum to the electroclash 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.