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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Swans,
The Gories,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.