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 East Timor and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masters at Work 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills 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?
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.