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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selector Dub Narcotic 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Slave,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.