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 Switzerland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Junior Murvin to the grime 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.