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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
the Swans,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
The Martian,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.