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 Italy and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.