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 Philippines and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.