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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.