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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.