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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.