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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Searchers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.