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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cymande to the grime 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Fear,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
the Swans,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.