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 Haiti and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 The Happenings to the punk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
Excepter,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.