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 Iraq 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cure to the funk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
Q65,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.