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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Matthew Halsall 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Technova,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
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.