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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
Suicide,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Neu!,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.