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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
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 linndrum 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 Fortunes to the crunk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
Qualms,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.