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 Indonesia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 to the punk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
The Index,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.