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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 The Standells to the electroclash 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell 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?
Cameo,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.