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 Venezuela and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Funkadelic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.