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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.