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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
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 sitar 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 Ken Boothe to the grime 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.