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 Bahamas and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Bobby Womack to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
Audionom,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.