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 Angola and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.