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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Monks,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.