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 Botswana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Aswad to the electroclash 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.