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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 güiro and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
Deakin,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
ABC,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.