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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ice-T to the disco 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.