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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Babytalk to the grime 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.