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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.