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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yellowson to the punk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Neil Young,
AZ,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.