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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bad Manners to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.