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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Ultra Naté to the dance 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.