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 United States and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
Pagans,
Q65,
Metal Thangz,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.