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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Max Romeo to the crunk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
Smog,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.