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 Nauru 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
Pole,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.