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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Ultra Naté to the punk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.