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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Q65,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.