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 Yemen and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Velvet Underground to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.