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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Black Dice to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside 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?
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
Crime,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.