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 Serbia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thompson Twins to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Cymande,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
Crime,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.