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 India and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.