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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Excepter to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.