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 Russia and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Techniques to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.