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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.