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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
New Order,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
Neu!,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Harmonia,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo 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.