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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 London Community Gospel Choir 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Gong,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.