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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.