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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Fatback Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.