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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Deepchord to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.