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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
Q65,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.