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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
Brick,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
The Selecter,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.