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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Nirvana to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.