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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Camouflage to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.