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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Grass Roots to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.