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 Libya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 FM Einheit to the funk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Magazine,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
UT,
The Count Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.