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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes to the grime 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smiths,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.