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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Godley & Creme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
Television,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.