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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mummies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.