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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Grauzone to the rap 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.