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 France 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Sneak to the rock 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.