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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.