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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.