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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.