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 Georgia and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T. Rex to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
MC5,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Brick,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.