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 France and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
Pagans,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.