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 Estonia and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
The Move,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.