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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Jacob Miller to the rap 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
X-102,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.