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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Busters,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.