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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Khruangbin to the punk 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.