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 Benin and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dark Day to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.