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 Comoros and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
The Human League,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.