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 Germany and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.