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 Chile and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 The Sonics to the rap 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
X-101,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.