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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Swans,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.