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 Indonesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hashim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
World's Most,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.