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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
Gong,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Boredoms,
X-102,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.